RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Takes place during the series finale episode "Chosen."
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike/Angel PWP basically5
DISTRIBUTION: If you wanna post it, please ask me. It's nowhere else right now.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE!!!!
DISCLAIMER: Joss owns all. I own nothing but my love of BtVS and my imagination.
SUMMERY: What if Angel's return had a different effect on Buffy and Spike? The first part is straight from Josh Whedon's script for "Chosen." After the wrestling comment, I take over.
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Buffy started down over the stairs, anxious to speak to Spike about the necklace given to her by Angel not a half an hour before. Her eyes widened a little at seeing Spike all fired up, attempting to put a hole through a punching bag. He glanced at Buffy, not slowing his punching.
"So... where's tall, dark and forehead?"
Buffy rolled her eyes as she stopped. "Let me guess. You can smell him."
Spike stopped punching and turned back towards the makeshift bed. "Yeah, that and I also used my enhanced vampire eyeballs to watch you kissing him."
Buffy felt awkward. "It was... a hello."
Spike was not fazed by her defensiveness. "Most people don't use their tongues to say hello. Or I guess they do, but-"
Buffy interrupted him. "There were no tongues. Besides, he's gone."
"Oh, just popped by for a quickie, then?"
Buffy walked towards the punching bag, annoyed. "Good, good. I haven't had quite enough jealous vampire crap for one night."
"He wears lifts, you know."
Buffy looked over at the punching bag that Spike had been hitting, rolling her eyes to see something has been taped to it: a sketch drawn in black marker on white paper, showing hair stuck straight up, X's for eyes and fangs on the frowny face. Obviously a representation of Angel.
"You know, one of these days I'm just gonna put you two in a room and let you wrestle it out."
Spike rifled through his empty cigarette package, desperate for another one. He threw the package down in disgust. "No problem at this end."
"On my end either."
Buffy and Spike looked up to see where the new voice came from.
"Angel," Buffy said, seeing him leaning against the stair rail.
He walked towards the two. Spike advanced to stand near Buffy, his possessiveness making its presence felt.
"What do you want?" Spike ground out, annoyed to see his punching target face to face.
Angel smiled slyly. Spike knew that look. He had spent countless years milling around with him, Drusilla, and Darla. He knew the promise in that look.
Angel moved around a little, fiddling with his coat. "What do I want. Hmm. There could be so many things." He stopped and looked at Buffy. "Look, I know you probably plan on opening the seal tomorrow morning." Buffy looked away, an apparent sign of assent. "Thought so."
"What's your point, mate?" Spike queried, hands on hips. He glanced at Buffy, who had her arms wrapped around herself.
Buffy sighed. "Yeah. What's your point?"
"The point is, this is probably the last night of existence for at least one of us. Why not enjoy it?"
"Meaning what?" Spike demanded.
Instead of answering, Angel pulled off his coat, flinging it aside. He took two steps towards Spike, pulling him close. Buffy's eyes widened as Angel crushed his lips to Spike's, refusing to let him go. Spike struggled at first but after realizing it wasn't doing him any good, sunk into the embrace. He slid his arms around the bigger man, opening his mouth to let his tongue in, and their tongues, teeth, mouths ravaged each other's, until blood flowed.
The men began to grind into each other, hands roaming, forgetting about Buffy's presence until she moaned. Spike and Angel both pulled apart and turned to her, lust in both their eyes. Spike pulled her to him, capturing her lips in a hot kiss, his arms sliding over her back, and underneath her shirt. His hands came up to her front, pushing her shirt up, his fingers plucking at her nipples until they were hard and throbbing.
Buffy felt Angel, now shirtless, come up behind her. He pulled her shirt off of her, tossing it to the floor. His hands molded her breasts, making her to lean back against him, while Spike partially undressed. Then he fell to his knees, suckling at Buffy's nipples as Angel kneaded her breasts. Buffy threaded her fingers through the blonde man's hair as Angel dropped his hands to her waist, pulling her back against him, her ass snug against his throbbing groin.
"Oh god..." Buffy rasped as the sensations.
"Now, now," Angel murmured.
Spike pulled back from the two slightly, looking up at Buffy, his face flushed. Buffy pulled away from Angel, forcing Spike to rise up. The slayer pushed the blonde vampire back to the tiny bed, while working at unzipping his jeans.
"Anxious, are we, pet?"
"Shut up, Spike."
She yanked his jeans and boxer-briefs down, tossing the garments aside, flinging his boots and socks away as well. She grabbed his throbbing cock, wretching a growl out of him. Using the precum as lubricant, she up-stroked the organ before lowering her mouth to it, sucking at the tiny slit. She tongued the hole, then wrapped her lips around the head.
Angel moaned at the sight as he lowered himself behind Buffy. "Suck 'im good, baby. Actually...."
He moved Buffy aside a little, pulling her off of Spike, his mouth taking over from where Buffy left off. His mouth moved viciously, his teeth scraping over Spike's cock, sucking furiously, while Buffy fondled his balls. Angel abruptly pulled away from Spike, before moving Buffy back to her former position. His hands went to Buffy's pants, as she went back to servicing Spike. Angel discarded Buffy's pants before pulling completely undressing himself. After a moment, he positioned himself behind her and thrust into her, causing her to cry out.
"Sorry baby. I just gotta.... oh, yeah..."
He began to thrust into her, pulling out almost completely before driving back into her again and again. Spreading his legs more, he grabbed her hips for more leverage, grunting with each thrust, his head going back in intense pleasure.
Spike was thrusting into Buffy's mouth, his hands like vise-grips in her hair, urging her to take more of him. She was eagerly deep-throating him, his cock disappearing in her mouth over and over again. Spike moaned more loudly, his orgasm quickly approaching. Buffy was ruthless, her sucking so intense it almost hurt, but he wouldn't complain. He always did enjoy pain with his pleasure. He threw his head back and groaned through clenched teeth as he erupted in her mouth, his cum jetting down her throat. Buffy lapped it up, swallowing several times to make sure she got everything.
Buffy pulled back, satisfied with herself, her fingers collecting the stray droplets of cum that escaped her mouth. She stayed where she was as Angel slid one of his hands into her pussy, his fingers pinching her clitoris. He hammered away as her groans became more animalistic. Her cunt began to clench around his cock, squeezing him almost painfully. He only held on a moment longer before he exploded and was pleased to feel her climax as well.
Angel pulled out of Buffy, his cock still hard. He whirled her around, pulled her to him and ravaged her mouth with his, her tongue fervently meeting his. He pushed his cock back into her pussy, slick with their juices. Spike rose up from the bed, and the two on the floor quickly took his place. He looked at Angel and Buffy a little resentfully, but felt his cock begin to harden again as he watched Angel bury himself in Buffy's body.
A dirty smile graced Spike's face as an idea popped into his head. He neared the bed again, standing behind Angel's thrusting body. He kneeled on the end and inched towards Angel, reaching for the older vampire's hips. Angel hesitated fucking Buffy a moment before resuming. He felt Spike move even closer, the anticipation flowing through him. Finally, Angel's unspoken wish came true as Spike rammed into him, making him growl animalistically. He gripped Angel's hips tightly as he began to pound into him, angling for the prostate, knowing what it did to him.
Angel groaned as a hot streak of pleasure careened through him. He thrust even faster and harder into Buffy, the cheap bed threatening to fall apart with its continual squeaking, but neither of them noticed. Spike slide his hands around Angel to find Buffy's heaving breasts, his fingers kneading them.
Angel felt like he was going to explode into a million pieces and blow away. He didn't know when he lost control of the plan but he had, and now he was a slave to his desire. The two people he wanted the most in the world, even more than Darla or Drusilla, all three of them there, fucking the life out of each other.
But the strain of holding back was taking its toll on Angel. Finally, he allowed himself to let go. He felt a tingling in his balls, signaling his approaching orgasm. Buffy's pussy clenched around his cock, her cries announcing her orgasm. Angel held on a few moments longer before shooting his cum deep inside of her, his anal tunnel squeezing tightly around Spike's cock, and as Angel finished coming, Spike had erupted inside of him.
Spike rested on Angel's back a moment before withdrawing, lowering himself to lay next to the concrete wall. Angel collapsed on top of Buffy but scrounged up enough energy to pull out of her and move to the other side of her. Soon after, their breathing returned to normal. Then sleep followed.
The End